You hand me a pamphlet for the heart you're selling to the mob
Nobody wants it, everyone wants to show you their cool shoulder

It's beautiful to see you out on the field
Your heart on the line
Trying to stop the flatline from being and ending
You know the stories don't end well for those like yourself
It's mostly more for the father you never had
For the faith you want so bad to have
To forgive yourself for being too late
For lasting this long without trying

Life has an edge and its knife cuts your wound open like a sore
Letting out the past like a demon from the past
Trying to let myself go and you let me go on
Let's be friends again like we were before
Innocence is not on the menu this time
We are grown-ups
Let's try again
Let's swear again
Pinky promises last until you pass on to the next life
There's nobody to interpret the scent of your sweat
All I know is I have what you bet
You are all of me swept off my feet
Let me sweep you off yours
Let's give each other a chance